ImageBoarding at  people’s houses can be a lousy way to live. It all depends on who runs them and in which manor they’re run. I seem to have lived in three of the worst, or so it seemed to me at the time.

The first place I boarded at was owned by a single mother and her teenage children. Stephen, the older child,  tended to be morose and cynical while Mary Jane was much like her man-hating mother. The health food they ate had the effect of making me ill. Only when I returned home for the weekend and ate regular food did I feel better. This woman’s son also introduced me to pornography. This caused me moral anxiety since I didn’t want to be involved in anything sinful.

My mother found me a room at a boarding house but the situation wasn’t any better. My room mate posted porn on the walls of the bedroom we shared. When I complained to the landlady, she told him to just post those obscene pictures on his side of the room. He retaliated by hiding smut in my New Testament, the battery compartment of my radio, and anywhere else that he figured would embarrass me.

Mom found me a new couple to live with. Though they were Christians, they introduced me to their cultic house church. I also had to sleep on the couch for the first month since they didn’t have a spare bedroom for me. I later slept on an old door which had been placed on two saw horses. The landlady placed the couch cushions on top and draped blankets over them. I often woke in the middle of the night because my tossing and turning separated the cushions. The couple later rented a different house. I had my own bedroom in the basement but the cushions were placed on the floor.

I wrote about that couple in my new book called How I Was Razed. Check it out on the Virtual Bookworm  page. I have my previous two paperbacks at the Bruce Atchison’s books link.


Author: bruce Atchison - author

I'm a legally-blind freelance writer as well as the author of three memoirs and scores of articles. Contact me for details.


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